love always admired Mike and his body. From his nice rear end to his hairy chest that stuck out of the top of his tight button up to his smile. And he seemed to admire me as well. We would stare at each other from across the aisle, especially when his desk was close to mine. But alas, I was moved a few rows over and we only saw each other in chance meetings walking around the floor. Until today.
While working, nature called and I went to the restroom. As I opened the door to the restroom, he walked out. We literally ran in to each other. We laughed, said excuse me to each other and I cursed my luck as I stepped up to the urinal. If I would have left twenty seconds or so earlier, we could have ended up at the urinal together. As I stood there doing my business, someone stepped to the urinal next to me. Out of my periphery, I saw it was Mike. My brain got stuck for a second, then started processing the situation: he just left, why would he come back in and pee again, if he just left?
As I finished, I turned and went to the sink to wash my hands, he follows a second or two later. My curiosity was up, but we both had work to do, so I left and wondered for the rest of the day what exactly happened.
Five o’clock rolled around and I finished up my last bit of work and headed to my truck. There, next to my truck, was Mike in his Honda, fidgeting with something in the seat. I saw him look up, slyly I think was his goal, then look back down.
“Did you lose something?” I lamely asked, trying to spark a conversation.
He looked up, acting surprised. “Oh yeah. Hey. Yeah I can’t find my phone. I think I dropped it down the side of the seat but I can’t seem to find it. Do you have your phone?”
“Yeah” I replied.
“Can you call it? I know it’s here somewhere” he said.
He gave me the number, I dialed and sure enough, his phone rang a couple times before he pulled it from under his seat. “Got it!” he exclaimed. “Thanks man!”
“No problem” I said as I opened my door.
“Hey: the guys and I are going out for drinks tonight if you want to tag along” he offered.
“Yeah OK” I replied, smiling. “When are you going?”
“I’m not sure yet. I have to check with them when I get home. Probably around eight or so” he said. “But hey – I have your number now so I can just text you when I know more” he offered.
You have my number now, how convenient I thought. “Sure. Shoot me a text when you know more!”
“OK” he said as he pulled away, his eyes locked on me. I’m not model, but I do OK in the looks department, I guess. Mike was the real looker in my department for sure. But he seemed to be interested in me, so I went with it. I got home, did what I needed to do around the house, got a shower and trimmed my scruff and waited for a text. Around six, my phone vibrated with a message. It was Mike.
“My buds backed out but I’m still going. You can come and hand if you want”
I replied back with a ‘thumbs up’ emoji. He sent me the time and location. Looks like I have a date tonight, I thought with a laugh of wishful thinking.
I walked into the bar and Mike was no where to be found. I pulled out my phone to text him only to see a text from him saying OMW. I took a table and a few minutes later Mike walked in looking stunning. I think my jaw hit the table on the way to the floor.
“Well, I think I’m under dressed” I said to him. I was wearing my polo, sneakers and jeans, compared to Mike jeans, loafers and blazer over a form fitting t shirt. “I didn’t know I was on a date” I said a smile.
“You wish!” he replied. I didn’t have to wish, I thought to myself.
We ordered and talked for a couple hours but, eventually, I had to pee again. I excused myself and made my way through the sparsely filled bar (more like a lounge really). But even for a lounge on a Tuesday night, it was dead. Only a hand full of other people were seated around the room. I stood in the surprisingly dark restroom relieving myself when I heard the door open. In walked Mike. Again. He took the urinal next to me, just like earlier. But this time, he stood further back from the urinal than normal
“I was gonna’ wait but I couldn’t anymore” he said as he flopped out his member in a very obvious way. He sighed audibly, trying to draw attention to himself. Curiosity got the best of me as I realized I was already finished but continued to stand there. I glanced over at his partially hard member, impressed by its size and shape, before stuffing away my own growing pole and walked to the sink. Mike followed immediately. We stood there, washing our hands. I looked up in the mirror and he was looking at me in the mirror, giant smiled on his face. Obviously, he was feeling proud of himself.
“Well, I guess I should get going. What do I owe you for the drinks?” I asked, drying my hands.
“Drinks are on me” he said.
“As was the show” I nonchalantly mentioned.
“I hope you enjoyed it” he said with a smirk I could hear in his voice. I looked over at him as he stood next to me, hands wet, waiting for the paper towels. I moved over to allow him to dry his hands. He crowded me away from the towels more than necessary. I could smell his cologne and he smelled amazing.
“I did” I said, calling his bluff.
“Good. Want to come back to my place” he said, turning to face me.
“For what?” I asked. He smiled coyly.
“I see how you’ve been looking at me” he said, taking an unnecessary step towards me.
“Yeah well, you’ve been looking at me, too. And what was the bathroom thing you did at work earlier?” I asked.
“I was just trying to get your attention where there wasn’t a lot of people around” he said.
“Like here?” I asked.
“Exactly” he replied, I could smell the alcohol on his breath now, he was so close. I studied his brown eyes, his thick blonde stubble that led down to that hairy patch clawing its way up under his polo, trying to merge with his neck stubble.
“You know, I have roommates, so my place is a no-go I guess” he said.
“I have one, too” I replied. I looked back into the back of the dark restroom at the handicap stall. I looked back at him, smiled, and nodded my head back that direction. He smiled and followed me back to the stall. I closed and latched the door.
Hooking up in public stall is not my style, but I’ve been hungry for this guy for months and, after all the flirting and ‘bathroom visits’, and being we neither had a free place, this was free and, well, available, seemed like a no brainer.
I instantly stuck my hand up his polo to find my hand land on a flat, fuzzy belly. Being so smooth, I was envious of such manliness. I ran my hand up as his fuzzy belly turned mostly smooth, before it erupted into a forest of hair on a very firm and sculpted chest. I pulled my hand out and pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his torso to my delight. I wondered where his blazer was for a quick second, but soon didn’t care as my hands explored his chest.
He removed my shirt, exposing my smooth body. He looked shocked.
“You’re more buff than I thought you’d be” he whispered as he pulled his hands down my shoulders, over my erect nips, and down my flat stomach. “And smooth” he hissed as he kissed my neck. I felt his stubble scrape my skin. It almost burned, but I didn’t care one iota. I enjoyed the roughness.
He reached down and grabbed my swollen member, unbuttoning my shorts and pulling them down. I never felt so free in a restroom before. He took me into his mouth as I ran my fingers through his hair, pushing his head into me and pulling him back, my sac bouncing off his chin.
He stood up and I assumed my position. He couldn’t have been comfortable in those dockers, since they were so tight, holding back his throbbing cock. So I was happy to release the beast. And what a beast it was. It had real mass as I grabbed it with one hand and slapped it against my other hand. But I knew we had to be quick, as the workers may come looking for us. Using all my skill, I shoved as much of that monster in my mouth as I could, burying my nose in to his trimmed but still thick bush. I grabbed his rather small balls and pulled them down tight as I face punched his body.
I felt his nuts pull up into his body as he stopped breathing. Then, with one long, quiet breath, he onloaded the contents of his prostrate in my mouth. There wasn’t a lot of force, but the volume was there. I held tight against him as he finished, filling my mouth entirely. He pulled back, his beast slightly falling out of my mouth, glistening in what light there was in there, still fully hard. I turned and spat out his seed in the toilet but did manage to swallow some. I had to in order to keep it from spilling out of the corners of my mouth.
“That was nice” he said quietly. “Do you want me to return the favor?”
“No” I replied, to his surprise. I don’t like to finish without something inside me somewhere at least. I turned towards the toilet as he stepped around to my side, I grabbed myself and began to jerk, looking at his face. He reached over and grabbed my nipple, twisting it which was enough to finish me off. I braced myself on the stall wall as I erupted into the toilet. I blasted several shots and my legs buckled and I started to fall when he caught me with one arm. I kept shooting like I was trying to put out a fire. His eyes widened and his mouth opened as I continued to blow. After about twelve shots or so, I started calming down enough to breathe. I shook myself, flipping the last drops out of me on the toilet seat before I exhaled.
“Holy sh-“ he started to say when we heard the door open. We stood still, like a deer caught in the head lights of an oncoming car. The guy finished, washed his hands and left. We both exhaled a lung full of relief as we got dressed. Mike left first, followed by me about twenty seconds later.
Mike made good on his offer to pay and we made our way out to the parking lot in silence.
“So:” he said as he got to his car.
“Yeah. So” I replied, with a sheepish smile.
“You work tomorrow?”
“I do. You?”
“Yeah”
“So… I’ll see you tomorrow?” I said, as if nothing happened.
“Sure” he said as he reached around and patted my rear end after looking around making sure the coast was clear.
“I think my room mate is going away for the weekend” I said. “If you’d be interested in hanging….or whatever” I offered.
He smiled. “Sure. Text me a time later in the week?”
“Sounds good” I said. “See you tomorrow.”
I got in my truck and he offered me a wave as he drove off, along with a sly smile. I started my truck and headed home, anxious about the upcoming weekend</
